Moving

There is always a reason
to keep moving; I learn
from Oliver, who sits
quite still in pretend cars
doing nothing, just there—
for minutes, but it seems
usually he could for hours.
Or perhaps he learned it
from me, from my way
of sitting alone on the porch
with my thoughts, and the air,
just patient and empty,
maybe hiding from the things
that need doing—there
is always a reason to keep moving
—but there is an equal reason
to sit still.

September 2019